I had a nightmare last night

It's surprising that it's taken this long for any anxiety to express itself.

The packing and sorting is done, the furniture has been sold on Craigslist, and the leftover pizza from the farewell party has been consumed. Little remains aside from getting an oil change, dropping some stuff off at Goodwill, and shoving the rest in the U-Haul.

Maybe the fact that I was sleeping on the couch instead of my bed (sold for $150) had something to do with it. Regardless of the cause, I had my first nightmare about school last night:

I dreamed that Sally Lunn's closed.

OK, maybe it's a little cheeky to call it a nightmare. It's not really important to my academic success that I get to eat at Sally Lunn's, but it's an establishment without any equivalent in all of my travels. Tea has never really been my thing, and I can do without the antique store downstairs, but mein Gott I have never had any bite of bread so good as their scones and assorted pastries. Edesia herself would be impressed.

Those of you who know me (or those of you who know your Emerson - "No change in circumstances can repair a defect in character"), can be certain that I'll be the king of atavism in a week or two. High Tea at Sally Lunn's is one bit of collegiate throwback I'm looking forward to indulging.